In one of Willie Nelson's songs, it starts out, "Miracles appear in the strangest of places". Bouldin Ave is one of those places. I chose, "Stuck in the Middle with You" for the video for this post, because the video and the lyrics pretty much fit how I felt that night. Listen while I tell the rest of the story.
We arrived at the "Pink House" on Bouldin Ave and it was very crowded. The Pink House was very small. As we walked around to the back of the house to enter, I saw all kinds of people. And quite a few of them were pretty lit up on something. Wild and wooly eyed people and I was just shaking my head.
Inside the room was very small. There was a second room off to my right and the whole time that I was there this lady was busy counting the Sweet and Low packets and pointing and talking to the wall. She had me pretty nervous. Behind me was an old guy, probably close to 70 that had little hair, but what he had was long and in curls. He was dressed pretty much like a clown. Way out there. He was sitting directly behind me. Right before the start of the meeting he screamed out Holy F**k. I was nervous the rest of the time with him behind me.
It was cold this November evening and I could tell some just came in from out of the cold. One guy had a 3 piece suit on and several women were dressed very nice. The rest was a real assortment of people.
I remember the meeting starting and the crazy looking guy that was chairing the meeting said that tonight's discussion topic was "The Doctor's Opinion". This is the same opinion that I had been talking about all day. I looked at one of my friends from rehab and we both shook our heads. How can it be, how did this guy know what I had made my last stand. Well not to be shy, I piped up and told the group that we had been discussing this same opinion and I wanted to know what "moral psychology" was. I was real proud of myself for asking that, especially among these folks. I thought they don't have a prayer.
Instead this crazy looking guy looked back and me and said "I don't give a damn what it means, I think you should Keep it Simple". If you read my post from earlier in that day, that is what the group at rehab had come up with. Keep it Simple. I realized right then and there that God was talking to me in the crazy Pink House with a bunch of crazy looking people and telling me what I had already been told.
I then knew that God was working in my life and I needed to pay attention from then on. God began to show up every day at rehab and most of the time it was centered around me. My rehab mates would just shake their head and know that God was present. I started to call these experiences, "God Touches".
There were many more of these touches to come. God had entered my life again and I started to feel better. Thanks goodness, because God knew the hard times that I had coming in the next couple of weeks. Life in rehab gets much worse for me and without God, I would have been lost.
Jared shows up the next day on Thursday.
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